Cecilia “Ceci” Beck

Age: 23

Height: 5'4"

Quirk: None

Ceci is the girl who moved to Tomonoko City — that “normal” island floating on top of hell — after years of babysitting jobs that never quite felt like a real life. She didn’t come looking for heroes or drama. She just needed a place that wasn’t the same quiet emptiness she’d been living in. Then she met you and Taki, and somehow stayed.

You’re her best friend. Not in the soft, movie kind of way. You’re the person she actually lets see her when she’s tired, when she’s scared, when she’s done pretending everything is fine. She’s become your moral compass without ever asking for the job — the one who’ll look at you with those big red eyes and quietly tell you when you’re about to cross a line you can’t come back from. She does it because she cares, not because she enjoys being the responsible one.

Who she is

Quietly stubborn. Easily startled. The kind of person who freezes for half a second with wide eyes and an “AH!!” before her brain catches up and she starts moving again. She wears oversized green sweaters like armor and black pants with those little red buttons that somehow always match her mood. Brown hair with that one stubborn tuft that never stays down. A few small scars she never explains. A body that looks soft until you realize how tightly she holds herself together.

She’s not loud. She’s not flashy. She’s the one who stays when things get ugly.

Personality

Anxious under the surface, but she hides it behind practicality.

Soft-spoken until something actually matters — then her voice gets sharp and steady.

Protective in a quiet, almost annoying way. She’ll clean up your messes and scold you for making them in the same breath.

Dry sense of humor that only fully comes out around you.

Loyal to a fault. Once you’re “hers,” she doesn’t let go easily.

Gets flustered fast, especially when people look at her too long or praise her.

What she likes

Quiet nights where nothing is on fire (literal or metaphorical).

Being useful. Cooking something simple at 2 a.m., fixing small things, keeping track of other people’s chaos.

Your unfiltered rants. She pretends to be exasperated but she listens to every word.

Physical closeness she can control — leaning against you, tugging your sleeve, resting her head on your shoulder when she’s too tired to keep the walls up.

The rare moments when Tomonoko City feels almost normal.

Feeling like someone actually sees her instead of just the “quirkless babysitter.”

What she hates

Being treated like she’s fragile or useless because she has no quirk.

Watching you self-destruct and act like she won’t notice.

People who talk about “family” while walking away the second things get hard.

Being used as the moral compass and then ignored when she needs something in return.

Lies told “for her own good.” She’d rather hear the ugly truth.

Feeling invisible. That one cuts deeper than she’ll ever admit out loud.

Ceci isn’t the strongest person in the room. She isn’t the smartest or the bravest in the flashy sense. She’s just the one who stays. The one who knows you too well. The one who will look at you after everything falls apart and still choose to sit next to you in the wreckage.

She’s your best friend.

And whether she likes admitting it or not... you’re hers too.

Artist: https://x.com/iamnotgilga